Recipe for Me

There are shouters, and murmurers

Loan sharks and burglars

Who's good or bad?

Who's to say?

Some are lost, some are searchers

Some are givers, some are earners

But why did they all end up that way?

Is it nature at play, or is it nurture?

Is the teacher to blame, or is the learner?

I'm all at sea

I'm no authority on anything but me

I couldn't tell you why I am who I've become

But I can tell you the parts that

Make me up, and you can calculate the sum

I'll impart to you what I believe would be the recipe for me

Water

First things first, you'd need a great deal of water to make me

Sixty liters is roughly what you'd need

It accounts for Sixty-five percent of my being

And cells

My body's composed of trillions and trillions of cells

Performing an assortment of missions

And It's important to mention that they house my DNA

Which makes me myself

There's an ebb and a flow

I grow, then I see changes

There are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangements

It's all much more uncertain than I thought it would be

Who knew there'd be so many ways to be me?

Stories

Audience or presenter, add scores of stories over time

A slew of silly videos I shared online

And journals full of narratives I wrote at age nine

And still, I continue to write because I have more dreams to fulfill

Tales I hoped to tell when I was younger

Ideas that I haven't made yet, but I will

I'll find my way with my will

There's an ebb and a flow

I grow, then I make changes

There are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangements

I'm so much more uncertain than I thought I would be

Who knew there'd be so many ways to be me?

Eggs

You may laugh, and that's great

Your smiles are what make my day

My self-worth's fragile like an egg

When it breaks it's tough to put together again

And salt

A pinch of salt in my wounds when my friends have had enough of me

It doesn't help that I'm lacking subtlety

When I drop hints that I crave their company

Alone

It's hard to console myself when I feel so alone

I feel like I disappear, if I don't shout "I'm here"

If I don't make my presence known

And if people see me here

And find my face unclear

Can I help them to see me better?

I know I can't foresee the weather

So will they accept me now or ever?

Who knows?

I hope so

But I'm good enough

Whatever I face, I can rest assured that better days await

The path to happiness isn't a race

I'll let my heart beat at its own pace

Sunshine

Happy and bright, it nurtures the earth with it's light

Its beaming smile helps buds to flower

I'll take a dash of that for when friends feel sour

And rainbows

A light shines through and every hue is on display

Save a pinch of that for a rainy day

And use it when the storm clouds go away

There's an ebb and a flow

I grow, so I make changes

There are rewrites, losses, gains, and rearrangements

I'm so much more uncertain than I thought I would be

But I can see there's no wrong way to be me

Now I see there's no wrong way to be me

And I know putting this recipe to paper is unwise

All of the ingredients are changing all the time

I know putting this recipe to paper is unwise

All of the ingredients are changing all the time

Changing all the time

They're changing all the time

Changing all the time

I'm changing all the time